My guitar

I love my guitar,
I play it around the clock.
It can play soft melodies,
it can play heavy metal or rock.

Half of its strings are orange,
half are white.
Its happiness makes night day
its happiness makes dark light.

When I’m nervous before a performance,
and feel uncomfortable,
my guitar makes me feel warm inside,
and I avoid turning to rubble.

My guitar is more fun,
than most outdoor games.
They may be exciting,
but compared to my guitar, they’re lame.